Hey people, here is the next chapter. If you like the story so far, feel free to leave a review. And yes, as you'll read I did indeed steal a part from the movie The Tourist.
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Dean tilted his wrist to check his watch, Five thirty. He was starting to get nervous, well he was nervous before but now he was panicking. He had changed his clothes a few times and nothing fit the occasion. 'Just drinks'. How do you dress for that? Dean grabbed the jeans he was wearing earlier that day and slid them back on. He then put on a black t-shirt and a maroon button down over it. He turned towards the mirror and buttoned the shirt. After buttoning it up all the way he undid them, struggling to decide which looked better. Dean picked up his phone and dialed Sam's number.
"Sam, we have a problem," Dean started pacing back and forth around his room.
"What? What happened? Are you okay?" Sam turned with wide eyes to face Jess who was putting on loop earrings. He gave her a disappointed look and mouthed: Dean's cancelling.
"What? Me? Pssht! Yeah I'm fine..."Dean turned to look at himself in the mirror again, "No Sammy I'm not. I'm freaking out. Tell me... buttoned or unbuttoned?"
"Dean, it's not that big a deal it's just drinks...Are you planning on wearing a shirt underneath the buttons? Actually never mind, unbuttoned is best. I'm sure Cas will love it either way, I mean unless you're talking about your pants, I think maybe it might be too soon for that." Sam smiled and winked at Jess reassuring her the date was still on.
Dean started to flap his shirt airing his chest. "Shut up smartass, I'm talking about my shirt... Dude are you sure?" He took another look at himself in the mirror and took off the shirt. He then shuffled through his drawers and tried on a dark green one instead.
"Oh my God! Dean, yes I'm sure. Stick with casual and try not to make it look like you're trying too hard." Sam grabbed his jacket and took Jess' hand as he walked out his apartment door and to the elevator.
"Okay. Good. I think I'm all set."
"Alright. Since we're done with that, Jess and I are just gonna you know, hang out. Might go see some friends."
"Thanks Sam, hopefully I don't make an idiot of myself. Tell Jess I say hi." Dean ended the call and grabbed his keys, about to head out before he turned one last time to look in the mirror. "Ahhh, Stop!" He through his hands up and closed the door.
Sam smiled and pressed the ground floor button "He's so nervous."
Jess giggled "Of course he is. I mean anything he might say or do to flirt will just go straight over Cas' head." The elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby of their apartment building and they walked out. "You know, if he sees us he's gonna be so pissed."
"Why? It's not like I didn't warn him, I told him we might meet up with some friends," Sam leaned down and placed a kiss to Jess' forehead. "I mean, how many friends does Dean think I have?"
Dean parked the Impala outside the Café Cas worked at, a sweet little place that had two big windows on either side the door, overlooking the passing cars. It had a cute sign too, with bold letters declaring 'Stir' and an animated cup next to it wearing a big smile. Dean waited for his watch to hit '5:59' before he got out the car and walked up to the door, just in time to see Cas wave to a lady behind the counter and turn the sign around from 'Open, come on in' to 'Sorry we're closed, come again soon'. He was wearing a deep purple shirt, buttoned up, with black jeans. Cas smiled when he opened the door and saw Dean.
"Hello Dean."
"Hey Cas. You look... Ravenous." Dean's smile was shy.
"Do you mean ravishing?" Cas giggled and started to walk past Dean towards the car.
"Oh crap, yeah. Uhm, shoot," Dean screwed his eyes shut and lifted his hand to cover his face as his cheeks turned red with embarrassment. He followed Cas to the car but had to stop after nearly crashing into something trying to walk with his eyes closed. "Yes, you look ravishing."
Cas turned back to face Dean when he reached the car, trying to contain how much he was smiling. He could see Dean was nervous. "Dean, relax." He rested his hand on Dean's shoulder. "By the way, I've heard that people should impress each other on a first date. And well, it would impress me very much so if you let me drive The Impala." Cas had the biggest grin as he waited for Dean to respond.
Dean scrunched his eyebrows widened his eyes, "Come again?"
Cas rolled his eyes and huffed, "I am so sure you're actually deaf. By the way I've heard that-"
"No, Cas I heard what you said. I just meant..." Cas was looking up expectantly. "You know what, yeah sure whatever." Dean hesitantly pulled the keys from his pocket and stretched his hand out, but instead of giving them to him, Dean's hand just hovered above Cas'.
Cas waited but eventually got impatient and turned Dean's hand so it was facing upwards and took the keys from him.
Dean stood there for a couple seconds in shock. No one drives his Baby. Sam does... but only during really special circumstances. Not even Cas did and he was his best friend. Maybe Cas was just playing Dean so that he would be forced to let him drive Baby.
"You coming or what?" Cas had already gotten into the driver's seat and started up the '67 Chevy.
Dean shook his head and snapped out of his stunned state, "Uh, yeah of course." Dean walked around the front and got in the passenger seat. He turned to look at Cas sternly, "Listen, if anything, and I mean anything happens to my Baby, I'll-"
"Dean. I've heard the speech before, you have told Sam many times." Cas put the car in gear and turned to scan the mirrors as he reversed.
Sam and Jess arrived at Monty's bar and tried to find the darkest, most inconspicuous booth. "We still have to be able to see them so I think we should sit there?" Sam pointed to a table to the left of the bar. It was a small booth, probably only big enough to fit four or so people, with grey leather seats and a round table.
A block from the bar Cas turned the corner sharply and Dean cringed, "You took that way too fast!" He was gripping the leather seats and winced at the way his car's tail swerved.
Cas just laughed and pushed a little harder on the gas. "Dean, you worry too much." And he turned into the parking lot just across the road from Monty's.
"I think I worry just enough." Dean stroked the dashboard reassuringly. Cas shook his head and reached to open his door. "Cas, Wait!" Dean quickly hopped out the car and jogged to the other side. He opened the door and gestured for Cas to get out, bowing slightly, "Madam."
"Um, Dean? I am not sure you are aware of this, and so I should probably inform you before our date, I am a man." Talk about reading too much into things, Dean thought he was a woman.
Dean nearly collapsed as he laughed. "Cas. No." He gripped his stomach "No, no. I uh." Dean stood upright and calmed himself, clearing his throat. "It's what they do in the movies! Believe me, I know you're not a chick." He nudged Cas with his shoulder as they made their way up to the tavern.
As the pair walked in Sam and Jess slid closer together until they were right next to each other instead of being on opposite sides of the table and subtly lifted their menus so it hid their faces.
"OMG, they're here!" Jess whispered excitedly.
Dean and Cas made their way to the bar stools. It was only for drinks after all. Dean flagged the bartender down, "One beer for this guy," He gestured to Cas. "And a Coke for me." The bartender nodded and walked to get glasses.
"Dean, I cannot drive under the influence of alcohol."
"That's why I'm not drinking. And you mister, you are never driving my Baby again." Dean turned on his stool to face Cas.
"Well I don't think that is quite fair, you get to drive it every day." Cas pouted and crossed his arms, turning to face Dean as well.
Their drinks arrived and Dean thanked the bartender. "Well Cas, life isn't fair." Dean took a sip of his Coke that had come in a glass bottle. He groaned in appreciation, everything always tasted better in glass bottles.
"Well I guess then if you're paying and I'm not driving, I might as well go for something a little more expensive don't you think? Bartender!" Cas grinned and raised his hand to catch the bartender's attention. "I'll have your top shelf bourbon and two shots of tequila." He looked back at Dean, very pleased with his order, but it didn't seem to faze Dean much.
Dean raised his eyebrows "Two shots of tequila? I told you I wasn't drinking."
"I know, they're for me." Cas chugged half his beer in one go and then put it on the table.
"Are you planning on getting drunk tonight Cas?"
"Are you planning on getting me drunk tonight Dean?" Cas looked at Dean, his eyes sparkling with mischief and another emotion Dean couldn't quite place but then the look disappeared as Cas tilted his head and looked past Dean. He squinted and then raised an eyebrow. "Is that your brother?" Cas pointed to a dark booth behind Dean with a large man poking his head over his menu and a blonde girl peeking around the side.